Ditto on chopping off your head---then we wouldn't be able to have this discussion. And, I apologize for----"jumping" ...I fought meds for 3 years..didn't care if I ever saw the sun shine again...or ate a decent meal, or went for a walk with "my best friend", my DH...and I got the same speech about if I was diabetic, if I had heart disease...and I agreed to try it. It works. The hardest thing to understand, even for those of us who suffer from depression IS---there doesn't have to be "a reason" that you can put your finger on. You just lack the proper chemicals, in the proper balance, to be ?????normal.(whatever normal is). I fought it because the only person I ever knew who was "depressed" was a neighbor when I was growing up...she was nuts---she used to walk down the street in her nightgown, dragging a broom...and I was never gonna be like her. Better in a nightgown with a broom than dead. Sometimes it takes a whack with a mallet.